Hoshor Plains Your future ex-wife

"A family name - a noble blood then," Lele drawled, teasing him for having more class than was required out in the wilderness. She had never had a true surname herself. First - had not considered necessary, because she thought that everyone had just one name. Later and that had lasted for a long time up until very recently - she had felt as a second class citizen. In her eyes family name meant that you belonged somewhere, that you were part of elite. Something better. She had craved that very  much. Until she had learned that the proportion of jerks and bastards with family names was equal to the population of wolves, who had only one name or no names at all. 

"Don't let it get in your head," she warned. "How exactly you are going to help me?" she asked laughing. "It is more likely that you will get stuck in here as well and then we are both screwed," she pointed out. "And I have no family to mourn me - but yours would like to attend your funeral, wouldn't they?"